A/N- I've had the idea of a collection of drabbles sort of based of a quote from the Kate Nash song "Paris" for a quite a while, and I wanted to have something to motivate me to do some writing while at college. Provided I am not completely swamped with schoolwork or out of ideas completely, this should update every Monday, because I like the idea of reviews to get me through the week.
Drabbles will likely all be in the 221B format and will focus on the relationship between John and Sherlock. Some will be slash, some won't. Also, I love when people give me prompts, so if you have anything you'd like to see, let me know, and I'll at least make an attempt.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, sadly...
We can dream dreams, no one else can see what you made me see
Still climbing tree, tripping up over fallen leave, but holding hands
No one else could ever understand what it's like between us
And that's between us.
-"Paris" Kate Nash
John sleeps better at Baker Street than he's ever slept since returning home. He puts it down to how exhausting running around with Sherlock is and figures it's connected to the way being with Sherlock has helped his other problems.
John isn't exactly right.
His nightmares persisted the first week he spent in 221B. Sherlock noticed, saw how the lack of sleep affected the doctor. Sherlock decided to do something about them.
Every night, once he is absolutely certain John is asleep, Sherlock creeps up the stairs to the doctor's room. He slips inside and gently, gingerly lies down next to John. It is lucky Sherlock requires little sleep to function properly. He is always careful to return downstairs well before when John normally wakes up.
On good nights, Sherlock just lies there, watching John sleep. When he isn't wracked by nightmares, John is an incredibly peaceful sleeper. He doesn't toss or turn or mutter to himself. But at the first sign of trouble, Sherlock is ready.
John always tenses when the nightmares begin, and that's Sherlock's cue. He leans in, wrapping his long arms around John, tucking the doctor's body against his.
Softly, slowly Sherlock drags his hands up and down John's arms, willing the doctor to relax.
"I'm here," he murmurs into John's ear, his voice a soothing baritone.
A/N- It was pointed out to me that John would be unlikely to sleep through anyone sneaking into his room, let alone into his bed. Which is a very valid point. So just know that I know that. Oh my god, so much in author's notes. I promise the rest of the updates will not have so much.
